a morning flights and birds of pray

Shadows beating rhythms

on the grasses

at my feet,

Angels?

I look up –

a giant swallowtail butterfly swoops onto elderberry blooms.

i stand

opening my arms,

i am engulfed –

enrobed in a shadow – soft, blue fleeting-

i look up again –

kite soaring

a kite with no strings attached soars over the horizon.

we all create shadows –

perhaps the point is not to look at the shadow,

but to see what miracle

is standing in the light.

it is You.

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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